[Sherlock Holmes ACD] --- Crossfire (JWP#24 2015)
Title: Crossfire
Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: JWP #24 A Long-Suffering Woman: Involve Mrs. Hudson in Watson’s whump in some fashion.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson, Mrs. Hudson, Holmes
WordCount: 530
Summary: A (drunken & stupid) criminal hurts Watson (a bit, but he has taken worst) to get Mrs. Hudson to reveal something (which she does not even know) and they have to wait for Holmes (who is late).
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The force of the hit wips Watson's head to the side and he can taste fresh blood in his mouth. While the ringing in his ears subsides he can distantly hear Mrs. Hudson's distressed voice.
"I do not know! Truthfully, I do not know!" she sobs, her face hidden in her hands. Watson looks back up to the Markson, who watches the woman disdainfully.
"Do not lie to me! You saw him! I know that you saw him!" he shouts drunkelny, towering over their shuddering landlady. "Tell me where he is!"
Watson wonders just how drunk Markson is or if he really is so stupid to believe that Mrs. Hudson, while she might have seen his accomplice when she was shopping, would actually know where that man is now.
It is just their luck that Markson was able to take them by suprise when he stormed into the house and attacked them and that Holmes had left early for Scotland Yard.
Again Watson tries to loosen the ropes binding him to the chair, but Markson tied them tightly. Even though he is dangerous, he is not drunk enough to hurt Mrs. Hudson to persuade her.
So instead he turns his attacks on Watson to get Mrs. Hudson to talk.
"Tell me where he is!" he shouts again, turns around and swiftly punshes Watson in the jaw again, splitting his lip in yet another place.
'Holmes must be back, soon,' Watson thinks and tries to shake his head clear.
And just as he finishes the thought, the door to their flat flies open and a grim looking Holmes stands in the door.
As he takes in the scene, his grim expression changes to one of fury and he snarls angrily, before tackling Markson to the ground.
Watson blinks, as he can clearly hear low growls coming from his friend, when Mrs. Hudson steps to his side, all traces of pretended sobbing gone and wipes his chin with her handkerchief.
"Finally! I anticipated Mr. Holmes' return 5 minutes ago," she grumbles under her breath as she gently wipes the blood away. "Apparantly he traded a few more insults with poor Inspector Lestrade than usual."
Watson chuckles a bit, turning his head obediently to the side so she can access the other side of his face. "He was in a bit of a mood this morning, so it would not surprise me."
A crash and the sound of breaking glass makes Mrs. Hudson spin around, her hands planted on her waist. "Mr. Holmes! Stop this racket!"
Seconds later Holmes raises from behind the table, his hair and clothes dishevelled and he glares at her. "Overwhelming a criminal is no easy work, madam!"
"Tutut, he is inebriated and he already spent all his energy on the poor Doctor - you could have easily pushed him over with your little finger.
You really ought to find other ways to exhaust your bad moods than by destroying my house!"
Watson leans back in his chair, silently watches the two bickering and while his hands are a little numb, he can still wait to be released.
He really, really, really does not want to get in the crossfire.
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Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: JWP #24 A Long-Suffering Woman: Involve Mrs. Hudson in Watson’s whump in some fashion.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson, Mrs. Hudson, Holmes
WordCount: 530
Summary: A (drunken & stupid) criminal hurts Watson (a bit, but he has taken worst) to get Mrs. Hudson to reveal something (which she does not even know) and they have to wait for Holmes (who is late).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The force of the hit wips Watson's head to the side and he can taste fresh blood in his mouth. While the ringing in his ears subsides he can distantly hear Mrs. Hudson's distressed voice.
"I do not know! Truthfully, I do not know!" she sobs, her face hidden in her hands. Watson looks back up to the Markson, who watches the woman disdainfully.
"Do not lie to me! You saw him! I know that you saw him!" he shouts drunkelny, towering over their shuddering landlady. "Tell me where he is!"
Watson wonders just how drunk Markson is or if he really is so stupid to believe that Mrs. Hudson, while she might have seen his accomplice when she was shopping, would actually know where that man is now.
It is just their luck that Markson was able to take them by suprise when he stormed into the house and attacked them and that Holmes had left early for Scotland Yard.
Again Watson tries to loosen the ropes binding him to the chair, but Markson tied them tightly. Even though he is dangerous, he is not drunk enough to hurt Mrs. Hudson to persuade her.
So instead he turns his attacks on Watson to get Mrs. Hudson to talk.
"Tell me where he is!" he shouts again, turns around and swiftly punshes Watson in the jaw again, splitting his lip in yet another place.
'Holmes must be back, soon,' Watson thinks and tries to shake his head clear.
And just as he finishes the thought, the door to their flat flies open and a grim looking Holmes stands in the door.
As he takes in the scene, his grim expression changes to one of fury and he snarls angrily, before tackling Markson to the ground.
Watson blinks, as he can clearly hear low growls coming from his friend, when Mrs. Hudson steps to his side, all traces of pretended sobbing gone and wipes his chin with her handkerchief.
"Finally! I anticipated Mr. Holmes' return 5 minutes ago," she grumbles under her breath as she gently wipes the blood away. "Apparantly he traded a few more insults with poor Inspector Lestrade than usual."
Watson chuckles a bit, turning his head obediently to the side so she can access the other side of his face. "He was in a bit of a mood this morning, so it would not surprise me."
A crash and the sound of breaking glass makes Mrs. Hudson spin around, her hands planted on her waist. "Mr. Holmes! Stop this racket!"
Seconds later Holmes raises from behind the table, his hair and clothes dishevelled and he glares at her. "Overwhelming a criminal is no easy work, madam!"
"Tutut, he is inebriated and he already spent all his energy on the poor Doctor - you could have easily pushed him over with your little finger.
You really ought to find other ways to exhaust your bad moods than by destroying my house!"
Watson leans back in his chair, silently watches the two bickering and while his hands are a little numb, he can still wait to be released.
He really, really, really does not want to get in the crossfire.
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